Monday, February 18, 2008
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
The Golden Rooster and the Hoodoo Queen
The story goes: [A detective is put on the
case of a girl who he may or may not have been involved with, a girl
who took all the love she could steal and ran. He knows that she
isn't really a cowgirl but she always rides into the sun and he
follows her from Texas to Louisiana, via Sunrise. His sadness taught
him to move slowly, to pull his hat down and turn up his collar.] [He
finds notes on diner tables in her handwriting: The only thing I
could never get behind, she said, is that you wore sunglasses in the
dark. She writes: When I met you, you were the only boy around with a
three piece suit. She writes: I was the only girl in town who could
never hold her whiskey. She writes: I became a cowgirl just to shoot
you down. He knows that she isn't really a cowgirl but in every diner
he asks after the girl with invisible silver spurs.] [The notes stop
in New Orleans and he sits and waits. On his clean white steps is
left the head of a golden chicken and a note from the Hoodoo Queen
telling him where to go if he wants to get the girl. The note says
the girl's name is Sweetheart, a name the detective thinks he may
recognize. On the morning that he goes to meet the queen he gets on
his steps his first note in weeks from the girl with the invisible
silver spurs. The note says, "Baby, watch your step. I'll hex you
right back."] [The voodoo queen tells him that when he told Sweetheart
"I'm going to keep an eye on you." he lost his name and became a
cigarette and a flask of whiskey between a slouch hat and a long coat.
She says: the world listens and makes changes accordingly. She says:
Alligator feet and chicken teeth won't put her boots back under your
bed. She says: It's a little late to be ethical about whom is
climbing in and out of whose window. She says: She told you she
loved you and all you could ask was Hoo Doo? The Hoodoo queen tells
him that the missing piece of the story, the part he forgot, was that
he wants his lover back and she reminds him "What is more sensual and
earthly than death?" The Hoodoo Queen tells him where to meet the
girl with the invisible silver spurs.] [He wore black. She wore
white. He asked to see her palm where the voodoo queen said he would
read a trace of indecision but all he could find was a trace of
disappointment. The voodoo queen told him there was no evil in the
gentler sex but he read it there clear as day. He knew then that some
early morning he'd been outclassed and outhexed. He said, I came here
just so you would fill me full of lead. She said, If I shot you down
be sure it would be with a silver bullet. He wasn't shot but if he
had been, it would have been by a silver bullet. She said: I'm
through with climbing into windows, now I'm going to climb into the
sky. Out on the levee the ghosts whispered: I love you and answered:
Hoo Doo?]
case of a girl who he may or may not have been involved with, a girl
who took all the love she could steal and ran. He knows that she
isn't really a cowgirl but she always rides into the sun and he
follows her from Texas to Louisiana, via Sunrise. His sadness taught
him to move slowly, to pull his hat down and turn up his collar.] [He
finds notes on diner tables in her handwriting: The only thing I
could never get behind, she said, is that you wore sunglasses in the
dark. She writes: When I met you, you were the only boy around with a
three piece suit. She writes: I was the only girl in town who could
never hold her whiskey. She writes: I became a cowgirl just to shoot
you down. He knows that she isn't really a cowgirl but in every diner
he asks after the girl with invisible silver spurs.] [The notes stop
in New Orleans and he sits and waits. On his clean white steps is
left the head of a golden chicken and a note from the Hoodoo Queen
telling him where to go if he wants to get the girl. The note says
the girl's name is Sweetheart, a name the detective thinks he may
recognize. On the morning that he goes to meet the queen he gets on
his steps his first note in weeks from the girl with the invisible
silver spurs. The note says, "Baby, watch your step. I'll hex you
right back."] [The voodoo queen tells him that when he told Sweetheart
"I'm going to keep an eye on you." he lost his name and became a
cigarette and a flask of whiskey between a slouch hat and a long coat.
She says: the world listens and makes changes accordingly. She says:
Alligator feet and chicken teeth won't put her boots back under your
bed. She says: It's a little late to be ethical about whom is
climbing in and out of whose window. She says: She told you she
loved you and all you could ask was Hoo Doo? The Hoodoo queen tells
him that the missing piece of the story, the part he forgot, was that
he wants his lover back and she reminds him "What is more sensual and
earthly than death?" The Hoodoo Queen tells him where to meet the
girl with the invisible silver spurs.] [He wore black. She wore
white. He asked to see her palm where the voodoo queen said he would
read a trace of indecision but all he could find was a trace of
disappointment. The voodoo queen told him there was no evil in the
gentler sex but he read it there clear as day. He knew then that some
early morning he'd been outclassed and outhexed. He said, I came here
just so you would fill me full of lead. She said, If I shot you down
be sure it would be with a silver bullet. He wasn't shot but if he
had been, it would have been by a silver bullet. She said: I'm
through with climbing into windows, now I'm going to climb into the
sky. Out on the levee the ghosts whispered: I love you and answered:
Hoo Doo?]
Gardenparalysis
peonies, posies, dandelion, blackberry, fig tree, petunias, begonias, African violets, kale, tomatoes, snapdragons, mint, jasmine, lavender, basil, Christmas cactus, bluebells, peppers, and queen Anne's lace
Dictum
Q. When the Philosophers speak of gold and silver, from which they extract their matter, are we to suppose that they refer to the vulgar gold and silver?
A. By no means; vulgar silver and gold are dead, while those of the Philosophers are full of life.
What is that?
A caterpillar.
What is a caterpillar?
That is a caterpillar.
A. By no means; vulgar silver and gold are dead, while those of the Philosophers are full of life.
What is that?
A caterpillar.
What is a caterpillar?
That is a caterpillar.
Monday, February 11, 2008
Dearest Earth's offspring and Heaven's
Raise high the roof beam, carpenters. Like Ares comes the bridegroom, taller far than a tall man.
Delicate Adonis is dying, Cytherea; what shall we do? Beat your breasts, maidens, and rend your tunics.
I asked myself: What, Sappho, can you give one who has everything, like Aphrodite? And I said: I shall burn the fat thigh-bones of a white she-goat on her alter.
Must I remind you, Cleis, That the sounds of grief are unbecoming in a poet's household? and that they are not suitable in ours?
Delicate Adonis is dying, Cytherea; what shall we do? Beat your breasts, maidens, and rend your tunics.
I asked myself: What, Sappho, can you give one who has everything, like Aphrodite? And I said: I shall burn the fat thigh-bones of a white she-goat on her alter.
Must I remind you, Cleis, That the sounds of grief are unbecoming in a poet's household? and that they are not suitable in ours?
Monday, November 26, 2007
Saturday, November 3, 2007
Mo Tzu
The Chinese philosopher, Mo Tzu (470-391 BC), is quoted as having said:
"The way to find out whether anything exists or not is to depend on the testimony of the ears and eyes of the multitude. If some have heard it or some have seen it then we have to say it exists. If no one has heard it and no one has seen it then we have to say it does not exist. So, then, why not go to some village or some district and inquire? If from antiquity to the present, and since the beginning of man, there are men who have seen the bodies of ghosts and spirits and heard their voices, how can we say that they do not exist? If none have heard them and none have seen them, then how can we say they do? But those who deny the existence of the spirits say: "Many in the world have heard and seen something of ghosts and spirits. Since they vary in testimony, who are to be accepted as really having heard and seen them?" Mo Tzu said: As we are to rely on what many have jointly seen and what many have jointly heard, the case of Tu Po is to be accepted."[7] (note: King Hsuan (827-783 BC) executed his minister, Tu Po, on false charges even after being warned that Tu Po's ghost would seek revenge. Three years later, according to historical chronicles, Tu Po's ghost shot and killed Hsuan with a bow and arrow before an assembly of feudal lords.)
"The way to find out whether anything exists or not is to depend on the testimony of the ears and eyes of the multitude. If some have heard it or some have seen it then we have to say it exists. If no one has heard it and no one has seen it then we have to say it does not exist. So, then, why not go to some village or some district and inquire? If from antiquity to the present, and since the beginning of man, there are men who have seen the bodies of ghosts and spirits and heard their voices, how can we say that they do not exist? If none have heard them and none have seen them, then how can we say they do? But those who deny the existence of the spirits say: "Many in the world have heard and seen something of ghosts and spirits. Since they vary in testimony, who are to be accepted as really having heard and seen them?" Mo Tzu said: As we are to rely on what many have jointly seen and what many have jointly heard, the case of Tu Po is to be accepted."[7] (note: King Hsuan (827-783 BC) executed his minister, Tu Po, on false charges even after being warned that Tu Po's ghost would seek revenge. Three years later, according to historical chronicles, Tu Po's ghost shot and killed Hsuan with a bow and arrow before an assembly of feudal lords.)
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Conversation with Ladybird
10/25
I used my favorite, personal kind of curse words, but it didn't do a bit a good. Not a bit. I think they're kind of impressed that I'm ninety two and still have my mind. I am blessed to be as old as I am and I have certain things I want to do and I get to do them. My minister came yesterday and brought lilies and my sunday school class brought roses, and I'm getting a lot of petting. I have a bed that, so help me goodness, almost talks.
Let me get a drink of water right quick. I rode into Griffin on the Nancy Hanks from Atlanta, and I had a trunk and everything. The Nancy Hanks was very important because people who lived in Atlanta went on the train to go shopping and stuff that people do now in cars. Lila Penn, a friend from the church met me and took me to her home. We had met because while living in Gainsville I had been active in the youth program and she was in charge of the district youth program and she recommended me as director of the youth program and member of the church. It was a very small town and we had a fairly good membership but I was the first one to be employed other than the minister and janitor. Mr Marvin Maxwell was the minister at the time.
Mr Maxwell was young and very interested in the youth and I remember one experience: we had money to help people who needed things like clothes. One boy, a little boy, came down to the preacher and wanted to speak to him because he didn't have any shoes. They had just spent the money on other things but Mr. Maxwell went across the street and got him some shoes. Not too long the little boy went off and brought his brother who also needed some shoes and off they went, Mr. Maxwell holding his hand.
They were even talking then about the fact that the church could not grow because of limited parking space, and that the space they had then could not add on for things they wanted and it was a while of dreaming about what they could do to help they're youth. I knew the membership and they knew me, and that was a joy.
The church had a choir director and organist . One of the interesting things that happened was that one of the first sundays I was there Mr. Maxwell told them I went to Florida and told them that my name was Margaret Swetnam and how to pronounce and spell it and so forth. He also told me that whenever there was a meeting I should be there, whatever it was, and if anyone asked me to do anything I may do it.
The whole Griffin football team came to our meetings because the head boy was a member and he brought the whole team to the meetings and a lot of the girls in town it seemed too. We had wiener roasts because that's what they like to do. We would take our weiners and walk about a mile out and then walk back. We went to stone mountain and Indian Springs and a lot of different things. We were very active group.
There was another member of the team, the janitor, I mentioned her, and she had two sons, her husband was dead, and she was putting the sons through college. She was also a member, and was very brazen about sitting at my seat and calling the membership to tell them what she had that week to offer for sale. We called her Gillie. Mr. Melton, the editor of the Griffon Daily News then, came up to me and said you do the best you can with her. She sold like personal kinds of things. She also lived in an apartment house and in this house was a meeting house for the women's club, and she was a member of the club and she also cleaned it. She did a lot to take care of her boys. A lot of people didn't get along with her but she did a lot of good. The Dr. and Ms. Wilson had two daughters getting married and she did the party for them.
I stayed with Lila until I could get a place to live. I lived with Ms. Lunley on 75th street and took lunch at Ward's hotel, which was really a boarding house. Across the street from the church, a double street, behind Lynn's clothing was a little stable, there on main street behind the men's clothing store. There were no signal lights up town, there was only one blinker light out past where chick-fil-a is now.
I used my favorite, personal kind of curse words, but it didn't do a bit a good. Not a bit. I think they're kind of impressed that I'm ninety two and still have my mind. I am blessed to be as old as I am and I have certain things I want to do and I get to do them. My minister came yesterday and brought lilies and my sunday school class brought roses, and I'm getting a lot of petting. I have a bed that, so help me goodness, almost talks.
Let me get a drink of water right quick. I rode into Griffin on the Nancy Hanks from Atlanta, and I had a trunk and everything. The Nancy Hanks was very important because people who lived in Atlanta went on the train to go shopping and stuff that people do now in cars. Lila Penn, a friend from the church met me and took me to her home. We had met because while living in Gainsville I had been active in the youth program and she was in charge of the district youth program and she recommended me as director of the youth program and member of the church. It was a very small town and we had a fairly good membership but I was the first one to be employed other than the minister and janitor. Mr Marvin Maxwell was the minister at the time.
Mr Maxwell was young and very interested in the youth and I remember one experience: we had money to help people who needed things like clothes. One boy, a little boy, came down to the preacher and wanted to speak to him because he didn't have any shoes. They had just spent the money on other things but Mr. Maxwell went across the street and got him some shoes. Not too long the little boy went off and brought his brother who also needed some shoes and off they went, Mr. Maxwell holding his hand.
They were even talking then about the fact that the church could not grow because of limited parking space, and that the space they had then could not add on for things they wanted and it was a while of dreaming about what they could do to help they're youth. I knew the membership and they knew me, and that was a joy.
The church had a choir director and organist . One of the interesting things that happened was that one of the first sundays I was there Mr. Maxwell told them I went to Florida and told them that my name was Margaret Swetnam and how to pronounce and spell it and so forth. He also told me that whenever there was a meeting I should be there, whatever it was, and if anyone asked me to do anything I may do it.
The whole Griffin football team came to our meetings because the head boy was a member and he brought the whole team to the meetings and a lot of the girls in town it seemed too. We had wiener roasts because that's what they like to do. We would take our weiners and walk about a mile out and then walk back. We went to stone mountain and Indian Springs and a lot of different things. We were very active group.
There was another member of the team, the janitor, I mentioned her, and she had two sons, her husband was dead, and she was putting the sons through college. She was also a member, and was very brazen about sitting at my seat and calling the membership to tell them what she had that week to offer for sale. We called her Gillie. Mr. Melton, the editor of the Griffon Daily News then, came up to me and said you do the best you can with her. She sold like personal kinds of things. She also lived in an apartment house and in this house was a meeting house for the women's club, and she was a member of the club and she also cleaned it. She did a lot to take care of her boys. A lot of people didn't get along with her but she did a lot of good. The Dr. and Ms. Wilson had two daughters getting married and she did the party for them.
I stayed with Lila until I could get a place to live. I lived with Ms. Lunley on 75th street and took lunch at Ward's hotel, which was really a boarding house. Across the street from the church, a double street, behind Lynn's clothing was a little stable, there on main street behind the men's clothing store. There were no signal lights up town, there was only one blinker light out past where chick-fil-a is now.
Friday, October 12, 2007
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